Callus

I remember its birthday.

OK, not the day it was born,

but the year.

It was the Why Are You Fat,

Why Are You Strange,

Why Aren’t You Pretty,

You Can’t Sit With Us Year.

It got bigger every year,

until I could paint a face on it

with a big, red rubber nose

and a wide grin.

It was magic, you see.

It had power to bend laughter.

It grew even bigger after that,

and thicker, like redwood rings,

but,

if you know the right words,

maybe arrive in an enchanted whirlwind,

or conjure up the perfect enlightening glow,

you might find a small knot in the bark.

I might be so startled you found it

that I'd invite you in,

where you'll sit down,

and have a cup of tea with me,

maybe.

Song Choice: Little Tiny by Brandi Ediss

This poem was created from a prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads Little Tiny, write a poem inspired by the song Little Tiny.